We Began To View Purpose As A Lie Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I can no longer describe the mood I am in
Have turned equal parts hostile, ambivalent against goals
I am no longer explained away by society's respect
I no longer cherish the rules set by others

Last night, he said he was someone else
And immediately the pressure disappeared
He became the good time
Nobody expected base instinct to stalk immediate desire

That man is a rebel because he stepped outside the form
The seeker of new worlds, he did not compete in their fixed game
A competition with pre-selected winners

Story of self in a timid pattern
We'll call each other nothing names
And worry about the money that's spent
A trivial hierarchy revolving around their controlling theory - you must want to be something, you must want to do something

Don't give me anything to do
Don't expect me to jump when I see what peers have accomplished
I don't measure myself in comparison
I am the new, immoveable, indescribable
Blinded by one's self
Happy to be blind